People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

At the end of the corridor, the Ledomas family, armed with shotguns and various other weapons, strode in menacingly.

Suren raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the group of murderous nobles, and chuckled:

"It seems your game of hide-and-seek isn't going very well."

Before the clan chief standing at the front could speak, Hailin leaped forward, battle axe in hand, and demanded sharply:

"Where is Grace?! Where did you hide that bitch?!"

"A very safe place."

Suren remained unmoved, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest. "She should be having a lot of fun right now."

The middle-aged clan chief suppressed his anxiety, took a deep breath, and said, "Mr. Suren, you are the guest that Alex brought back."

"But this is a private matter within our family, a sacred covenant ceremony, and you should not interfere."

"Hand over Grace, and we can pretend nothing happened; you will still be our honored guest."

"You'll have to talk to your precious son, Alex, about that."

Suren looked at him and said calmly, "He paid me ten million US dollars to protect Grace's safety."

"To be precise, it was he who broke your family traditions."

Seeing that Suren was unmoved by either soft or hard tactics and showed no respect whatsoever, the clan chief's face darkened.

He raised his double-barreled shotgun and said viciously, "Since you insist on dying in her place, then we'll grant your wish!"

Suddenly, a woman with a flushed face darted out from behind the crowd.

Without saying a word, she raised her gun, pointed it at Suren, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

Suren didn't even blink, calmly assuming a blocking stance.

Royal Guard

The purple shield flashed and disappeared in front of Suren.

The moment the bullet collides with the shield, it instantly turns around and returns along the same path at an even faster speed.

"call out!"

The woman's expression froze, a bloody hole appeared between her eyebrows, and she fell backward, her blood staining the expensive carpet.

The corridor was silent.

After a brief moment of shock, the members of the Ledomas family roared in terror and anger.

"Emily! Damn it!"

"FUCK!"

Suren slowly stood up, straightened the hem of her suit jacket, and said in a calm tone, "Don't be so angry. She struck first. I didn't do anything."

"Die, you monster!"

Helene's eyes turned bloodshot, and she let out a scream, raising her battle axe high and hacking at Suren like a wild beast.

Suren's eyes were indifferent as he raised his right hand and gently clenched it in the air.

A violent current gathered in his palm, and the demonic sword [Alastor] instantly took shape.

Everyone felt a blinding flash of lightning before their eyes, accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity.

Helene remained frozen in place, her tomahawk raised high.

A straight line of blood stretched from her forehead to her hip, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air.

The next second, her body split in two, falling one in front of the other.

After delivering the final blow, Suren pondered for a moment, as if he had figured something out. Without further hesitation, he charged into the crowd with his Thunder Sword.

Screams, curses, and the sound of guns accidentally firing rang out in the mansion, but after a few seconds everything returned to silence.

Only Suren remained standing in the corridor.

Seeing the middle-aged clan chief reach out a hand for help, Suren calmly delivered the final blow.

He stood in the pool of blood, casually flicking his wrist to shake off the remaining blood from the Alastor sword, which then vanished into thin air as lightning.

At that moment, Alex, who had been drawn by the gunshots and screams, ran over, covered in sweat.

When he saw the mutilated corpses scattered all over the ground, and his loved ones who died with their eyes wide open in disbelief, his legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees.

"I paid you to protect Grace! Why...why did you kill them all?!"

Alex looked up at Suren in front of him, his eyes bloodshot, his body trembling with despair, his voice filled with hopelessness.

Suren said coldly, "Even if Grace doesn't die, if they fail the game by dawn, the backlash from the contract will still kill them."

As he spoke, he pointed to the surveillance camera on the ceiling and added,

"Moreover, they attacked me first. I was just acting in self-defense. If you don't believe me, you can check the video footage."

Seeing his parents, relatives, and friends die before his eyes, without even a complete corpse left behind, Alex's mental defenses completely collapsed, and he broke down in tears, clutching the pieces of the bodies.

Suren stopped caring about him. As far as he was concerned, as long as the employer paid on time, he didn't care about things like whether the employee would have psychological problems.

He stepped over the severed limbs on the ground and walked towards the room where everyone had just drawn cards.

Before taking action, he had actually considered whether slaughtering these game participants would anger the demon god Belial behind the scenes.

After all, with his current strength, conventional methods alone are not enough to confront a complete demon god head-on.

But then Suren thought about it again, and realized that even Valak only came to the human world because of the summoning arrays of Constantine and Midnight Father.

As a fellow demon god, Belial's remaining presence here is most likely just a wisp of consciousness attached to the contract, incapable of causing any real trouble.

Pushing open the door, a blurry figure could be seen looming over the central round table in the room.

"Should I call you Belial, or Mr. Lebel?"

"That's what Su Lun said."

The shadowy mass shifted slightly, and an ethereal voice rang out: "Are you Dante? No... that's not right."

"This bloodline aura is so strong, almost comparable to that of that great one back then. However, why is your strength so weak?"

The shadowy figure paused, a hint of surprise in its voice: "Why do you smell like Valak?"

Suren rolled up her right sleeve, revealing the snake tattoo wrapped around her forearm.

He wasn't afraid that the other party would seek revenge for Varak.

For these demons, fellow demons are enemies; the fewer demons there are, the more souls they can harvest.

They would love for all their kind to die out.

The black figure trembled violently, its voice now tinged with apprehension: "It's dead? No wonder there was such a huge upheaval in its territory in Hell recently."

It re-examined the young man before it, its attitude becoming much more serious: "You killed my toy and called me out, what's the matter?"

Two questions.

Suren said,

"First, regarding Mammon's descent to Earth, who were involved, and what were their motives?"

"Secondly, how exactly did those demons who smuggled themselves over from Hell manage to evade the scrutiny of the Angelic Council and arrive on Earth?"

Belial fell silent upon hearing these words.

After a moment, it slowly spoke: "I can tell you this, but we need to sign a contract."

"What are the contents of the contract?" Suren asked.

"I'm giving you this intelligence in exchange for you no longer interfering with or disrupting my game. I'm going to reap the souls of the losers."

"Can."

Suren nodded in agreement.

Before he finished speaking, a sheepskin scroll emitting a pungent odor suddenly appeared in mid-air and slowly floated to Su Lun's front.

Suren glanced at the hellish script above, but did not reach out to take it:

"Forget about paper contracts, we can just reach a verbal agreement. I don't have time to deal with those rich people who are courting disaster."

Even if he did recognize the script of hell, he wouldn't dare reach out to take it.

Does anyone know if these demonic contracts take effect based on touching them or signing them?

Who knows which hidden clauses are lurking in the shadows?

When dealing with demons, you can never be too careful.

Belial fell silent again, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the deal.

A moment later, the shadowy figure let out a low laugh, and the scroll spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turning to ashes.

"As you wish, the verbal agreement is established."

"I will not utter a single word about Mammon."

Belial's voice carried a cunning undertone, "His Highness's schemes are not something you can casually inquire about."

"As for your second question..."

The shadows gradually became transparent, and the sounds faded away.

How did demons bypass the censorship of the Angelic Council and descend to Earth?

"Perhaps you could visit the town of Haddonfield; you might find the answer you're looking for there."

After saying this, Belial's shadow completely disappeared from his seat.